Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
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